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FIC: Dares and Pillow Talk

Title: Dares and Pillow Talk

Genre: Doctor Who

Rating: M

Author: tkel_paris

Summary: So how good is the Doctor with bedroom behavior? As usual, it happens accidentally. You know how he is. Donna finds something that changes their friendship into something more.

Disclaimer: Not mine. Not only would this only happen on Torchwood, but none of The Powers That Be would permit this to have happened. Although frankly speaking, the very idea that the Doctor would be allowed to marry anyone probably would not have gone over well with the original Powers That Be of Doctor Who. So... a matter of perspective.

Dedication: hezikiah. Merry Christmas, my friend! And to dreamer_bee for creating a certain wonderful icon of Doctor and Donna goodness.

Author's Note: We had a G-chat on November 26 in which one of her comments inspired a snarky comment on my part based on something it brought to mind. She dared me to use the line under certain circumstances, and I gladly accepted. So this was the end result, especially after a second G-chat which gave me the idea for HOW to make the prompt happen. I predicted my beta would have fun going over this and I was right. Thank you, tardis_mole!

And I'll admit that one detail was inspired by a story my mom told. See if y'all can guess which one.

Dares and Pillow Talk

Started November 27, 2014
Finished November 30, 2014

It was Donna's first night on the TARDIS where she had a moment to explore on her own. She had just cleaned off the smells of Pompeii, and was pretty sure the Doctor had gone to remove the smell of ashes from his suit. Probably with some Martian alternative to bathing or showering. Did he use something sonic?

She twitched. If he did, maybe that explained why he had so much energy. He was hyper stimulated all the time, and maybe it was worse when he was just finished with cleaning himself.

She just hoped she would never have to find out if he was like blokes in other ways. At least not without some warning. After all, his... stains might not look anything like a human's. If he had any. She wouldn't hold that against him either way, but some things were just important matters of basic politeness to your flatmate!

Never mind that the TARDIS was not a flat. The principle was the same.

So she looked at the corridors to see what she might explore. Turn left or turn right?

Hmm. For some reason she felt this aversion to turning right. Oh, she would probably find the places off to her right sooner or later. Eventually the TARDIS would bring her there even if she started in the opposite direction. Maybe it was like that Escher picture, with those steps that went up and up and met themselves.

Maybe if she needed to sleep she could ask him to explain the physics behind it. She would follow up to a point, and then the droning explanation would lull her to a nice slumber. She could not tell how many times she had fallen asleep during a speech when the person didn't know how to make it interesting. She had one older pen-pal from America who had it worse: their senator from her childhood was known for talking and talking and talking. So much so that she actually remembered some mother saying 'If we don't get these kids fed, all hell will break loose'.

Speeches used to be major events. Now they were reduced to highlights on the telly later on and soundbites on youtube. Which meant only the so-called best ones got attention. Donna had always been suspicious of anyone who was that good a talker.

She might not have acted like she did, but her voting record would prove it. The catchier the slogans and the smoother the talker, the less likely she was to vote for them.

So she followed along the left side of the corridor, and looked at the doors she passed. She had a feeling that some were doors to former companions' rooms, but she decided that she would not enter without the Doctor's permission. Especially given how he'd reacted to seeing that jacket she found the day they'd met. While he seemed calmer about having lost Rose, she had no interest in poking his romantic wounds from his past.

And definitely not when they had just endured something that clearly reminded him of other aspects of his past. No one would've handled the thought of causing 20,000 deaths well, but it had looked to her like he was having flashbacks to doing something similar, and the pain had nearly prevented him from acting.

One door however was cracked open. Donna paused and looked around. No sign of the Doctor, but might he be inside?

So she pushed it open slowly. And her eyes widened.

It was like the game room from some lad's fantasies. Multiple bigger items that had to be connected to the floor or they would be smashing against each other any time the TARDIS shook on a journey. Books for what seemed to be roleplaying games along one wall. She recognized some of the genres and even the specific shows or movies they were from.

Others made absolutely no sense. What in the hell was Barbara and the Aztecs? Or The Master and the Autons? The Monk and the Vikings? The Daleks and the Bomb? The Kaleds and the Thalls? The Toymaker and the Knight? The Highlander and the Romans? The Daleks vs the Cybermen? The Rutans vs the Sontarans? The Doctor and the Master? The Androzani and the Cave Bats? The Rani and the Chancellory Guard? Lady Cassandra's Folly? What in the Shakespeare? Which seemed to have nothing to do with the Bard, she noted. Time Crashes?

There was even a version of Risk with those weird pepper pots called Daleks. A crazy variation of Operation that was instead called Regeneration. And a Monopoly edition with a planetary name that made her think of Mary Poppins and tongue twisters.

And there were cupboards with see-through doors, filled to the brim with other types of board games. Some she recognized and others she didn't. Curious she took a closer look.

One cupboard seemed filled with chess sets. From all genres and eras. She saw a box with a Lord of the Rings set, another one Harry Potter, and she was positive there was something that was made from gemstone.

One set caught her eye. Not because of the box itself but because it had rules attached to it on the outside. She had to tug it out to see whether she had read it correctly.

She had. It said “Rules of Strip Chess”.

Okay. She had to know what this was all about. Even if it turned her face into the same color as her hair.


Some time later the Doctor bound into the room. He had fully changed, and even dried his hair back into the wild pattern that was the only thing different from the last time Donna saw him. “There you are! I was going to see if you wanted some tea before we talked about our next adventure.”

She looked up and blinked. “You do have different clothes!”

He looked down at the blue suit he had started wearing before he met Martha and shrugged. “Well, I did need a little change of pace.”

“And it's not even pinstriped! I thought you only had the one suit.”

“Oh, trust me. I have duplicates upon duplicates. Kept tearing the seams in my seat. Really embarrassing, but thankfully Rose never noticed.”

Donna raised her eyebrows but decided to not comment on that. “How long have you had this room?”

“Hmm.” He looked around with a big smile. “The Game Room! I've had this at least...” He looked up at the ceiling, moving his mouth silently as he did the mental calculations. “Eh, longer than I really want to admit to.”

“Is there where you're going to admit that you're older than you said?”

He blinked, eyes turning wider than the pockets on the pool table.

Donna laughed. “Oh, you are too easy to poke fun at.”

He rolled his eyes. “Looking for something to play?”

“More checking the rules of this chess variation.”

He had by then stopped, not needing to be as close to read the typeface. His face turned rather pink. “I didn't peg you as that kind of a girl, Donna.”

“I didn't peg you as someone who'd play a strip anything.”

Touche, he thought. “You have no idea what kinds of men I've been over the years. Or who I've had as companions.”

She snorted. “Had, eh?”

His face turned even pinker. “Ooh, going to be like that? Do you even play chess, Donna?”

“My dad and granddad taught me. Why, wanting to... pull out this game?”

He groaned, eyes drifting back to the ceiling. “You haven't met someone named Jack Harkness, have you?”

“No. Why?”

“Good. Not sure I want you two ever meeting. I might not survive the teasing.”

“You need to learn to laugh at yourself, not take yourself so seriously. Your ego needs some serious deflating, Sunshine.”

“All right, that's it.” He walked over and grabbed the box. “Time for a game. Willing to take on the challenge of playing by these rules?”

“Do you even remember them?”

“Yes. Although I've never played.”

“Not even with Rose?”

“No.” His blush somehow faded, and he just looked uncomfortable. “She might've liked that, but not only was it not her game she was too young for these rules.”

Now Donna didn't hide her disbelief. “Really?”

“Yeah, and then there was the memory of her mum slapping me because I got my dates wrong and brought her home a year too late.”

“No wonder. Ran off with her daughter, she must have thought you had evil ideas for Rose. You ever tried to look at it from her side?”


Donna rolled her eyes. “And you're asking me to play strip chess?”

“Well, you brought it out!"

“You're the one who kept it here.”

“Let's play.”

“Fine. So let's make sure I got this right: every time any piece of yours is captured, you have to remove something?”


“Then we each need to have at least fifteen items that we can remove?”

“Well, it doesn't have to work that way. Certain captures force the removal of a lot of clothes at once.”

“What happens if you lose all of your clothes? Is the game over?”

“Um... no, the person who loses a piece then has to...” He blushed deeply. “Oh, you may change your mind about playing now.”

“Depends on the answer, Spaceman,” she snapped. “Now tell me.”

“The person who loses a piece when they have no clothing left has to do something for the other.”

“Something... sexual?”

“Yeah. If I didn't know any better I'd say Jack wrote the rules, but he wasn't faking surprise when he found the rules.”

“As far as you know, did he play with anyone?”

He cleared his throat. “Part of why I didn't let certain things happen in the TARDIS. Anyway, shall we find something else to do?”

“Oh, no, Sunshine. I'm thinking you're avoiding something here.”

“Thought you didn't want to see my skinny streak of nothing.”

“Well, I'm not crazy about you seeing my oversized figure, but I think maybe this'll establish that neither of us wants the other and then we can go about as just mates.”

He wondered if that would be so simple, but shrugged. If nothing else maybe he could convince her that her figure would be the envy of the models for those painters of the classic nudes. “Okay. Prepare to lose.”

“Do we have to decide what the other has to do once naked before all the clothes come off?”

“Nah, it's apparently more fun to think of it as you go along.”

“All right. Game on, Doctor.”

His eyes flashed wickedly. “Same here, Donna.”

They set up the pieces as he felt his competitive streak flaring. He might not have played in years, but he was rather good. He had played on sets that carried much greater danger for losing than this, so he was pretty confident that he would win easily. No human could best him.

A few early pawn exchanges meant he lost his tie and had to unbutton his shirt halfway down. Which told Donna that he was not quite as skinny as his suit made him look. Still slender, but it was a runner's form that was not as unappealing as she had once thought. She was never attracted to skinny boys.

She also had to lose her scarf and unbutton her own shirt. Which meant her bra was there for the Doctor to see. And his eyes kept drifting to look at how the material looked against her skin, how dynamic the support made her boobs look.

He focused back on the game, even though his eyes were wanting to take another look. He set up what he thought was a trap to win her knight, but instead she answered with a discovered check.

He squawked. “How did you-?!”

Donna laughed delightedly. “Your queen's going off the board next move, Spaceman. I'll lose my shirt, but you'll have to lose your trousers.”

He blushed. “The rules, I'd have to lose more.”

Donna giggled. “Then it's not even fifteen moves in and I've already beat the pants off you.” Her giggled transformed quickly into laughter.

He sighed and moved his queen to block the check, knowing she would be captured next move. Which Donna did with her knight, and grinned evilly.

“All right, Time Boy. Let's see whether you really deserve any of that reputation you think you have with the ladies.”

His eyes flashed with indignation. “Don't you dare mock me,” he muttered as he undid his buckle and hesitated after he released his flies. He sighed. “Oh, might as well get it over with.” He pushed it all down and off his legs, removing the trainers and socks with them.

When he sat back upright, he was exposed to his friend. And her eyes had gone huge.

He felt a little uneasy about this much attention. He knew Rose had undressed him, and taken a peak, but that had just made him uncomfortable. She was so young, and she had a mother who might have taken the opportunity to slap him again for even an unconscious flashing. Donna however was a grown woman who knew a lot more about life. And potentially his best friend if all went well.

He blushed, the color spreading over his chest. “Do I even want to know how I compare with other males you've seen?”

Donna could not find the ability to blush, even though she knew she should not be staring so much. “Actually I've hardly seen anyone's... naughty bits in person. Just at a theatre performance.”

“But... then what did-?” He cut himself off, not wanting to bring up the day they met or the things said then.

That got her eyes off him and to his eyes. “If you mean Lance, I wouldn't sleep with him before the wedding. I bet that's part of why he was so nasty. He didn't even get any pleasure out of it.”

“He deserved to be denied, then.”

She found a smile. Then looked back at the board. “Okay, your move.”

He did the only sensible thing and took that offending knight with his bishop. “Okay, Donna. Lose the shirt.”

She scoffed even as she did. “Who knew alien blokes were also boob men?”


The strength of his exclamation was more because he had a full look at her bra and torso now, and not the comparison to human males.

Apparently. Although it could be argued.

“Well, these attract most of the attention sent my way,” Donna admitted, even touching them through the bra. “I suppose I can't blame you for looking on what was supposed to be my wedding day.”

“I didn't!”

“Really, 'cause I could name at least ten occasions where I know your eyes looked at them. A couple of them were for more than a few seconds.”

His face turned almost red. “Donna,” he whined.

“Oh, stop it. It's my move now.” And she looked carefully at the board.

He made himself pay more attention. Down a queen for a knight. Not good, but he had the intention of turning the game around.

Several moves later, although he had managed to force winning an exchange that lost Donna her trousers, he had to lose his own shirt since he lost a piece as well. Which actually meant he was now naked.

“I don't think you thought that one carefully enough, Spaceman,” Donna chuckled. “I might only be in my underwear, but you're without any of your armour.”

His hands drifted to cover the essentials. “Do you always coordinate your underthings to your outfits, Donna?”

“Well, a smart woman doesn't wear anything that will clash with what she wears. A bra that's darker than your blouse? Not smart, or classy. I'm not saying they should match. That's beyond my budget. No, you get things that go with a lot of items you own, and then each bra gets a rest between uses – not counting when they're washed. Mind, bras are so overpriced because most women really need them – a girl my size cannot go without them – that most women ignore that resting advice on reasons of practically and cost.”

The Doctor blinked, a little intrigued and baffled by the extent of thought that went into a woman's clothing. He was only comforted by the thought that he was not alone.

Too bad Jack had it easy. Dual gendered as he was, he could get away with only wearing men's clothing because his form made it easy to do that.

“Now... want to continue the game, Doctor? Next piece you lose I have to find something for you to do. Or... wait, let me look at the rules again.”

He had to wait. After the force of her arguments with him he guessed that protesting would not win him anything but more words he was not sure he wanted to hear while dressed, let alone undressed.

“Ah! I can make you let me do something instead.” She blushed then.


“We'll get to that when it happens.”

“What do you mean, when? I can still make a comeback.”

“You'd need a clock for that, and we didn't start with one. Hence we won't finish with one.”

“How did you get so good?”

“When your dad doesn't have any boys to teach and you're his precious child who wants to do everything he does, you can get a lot of things as part of your education that'll anger your mum. If she hadn't protested so much I would've played in tournaments and won lots of them.”

He had to smile. “Bet a lot of those young men needed their egos dented by losing to Donna.”

“The question is whether your ego can take losing to me.”

His ego somehow did not seem to be making much noise. Rather his privates seemed to be reacting to the sight of Donna nearly naked.

And she noticed. “Well, I suppose I'll take that as a compliment, even though a naked woman with big boobs would probably do it for most anyone.”

“Trust me, Donna, not every woman does it for every man. Or Time Lord,” he added, voice undecided between squeaking and turning husky.

Donna had noticed that his pupils had definitely dilated as the game progressed, which told her a lot. “You... said you didn't want complications.”

“I'm beginning to think I was an idiot for saying that. And for not making a lot of things clearer to those who've travelled with me. I wasn't fair to either Rose or Martha.”

“Why, because you didn't help Martha avoid making a fool of herself over you and because you didn't tell Rose what you felt?”

“Yes to the former, although more because I wasn't fair to her at all. And Rose... I never felt for her what I'm feeling right now toward you.”

“Wait, but you... loved her.”

“I thought so. Now... I know I could never have given her what she wanted.” A guilty look crossed his face.

Donna tensed and squirmed. The look in his eyes and the implications of his words were making her very uncomfortable. She did not want to explore why it was more a buzzing feeling going through her whole body, and centered in a place that she would not have dreamed of letting the Doctor near just a few hours ago.

Now she was not so certain. Had she ever made a man look at her like he was being driven to distraction by her body? “So... feeling horny? Is that why you're not playing like you think you should be?”

“Or else I'm not as good as I thought,” he admitted.

“Did the mighty Time Boy just admit to now knowing everything?”

“I think that you could appear in my TARDIS proved it,” he whispered, blushing even as he bashfully smiled.

They barely got their attention back on the game, but it made them both blush when he miscalculated and lost another exchange.

He cleared his throat. “Um... what do you want me to do?”

She noticed that they were both vibrating with the fire within, and she had to lose either her underwear or her bra. The intensity of the bedroom eyes gaze her was giving her finally gave her an idea. “All right, I know what I'm going to have you do.”

The glint in her eyes made him vibrate like a toy. “What?”

She shucked off her bra quickly, noting how much bigger his eyes went and how his mouth slackened. It made her shiver but she did not lose her nerve. “Your hands and mouth, Spaceman. On these.”

His eyes had widened to larger than dinner plates, but he was scooting toward her before either of them knew it. He paused to meet her eyes. “Are you certain?”

She shivered from the hungry eyes he was giving her. “Don't keep me waiting, Doctor.”

“As you wish,” he whispered. Then he lowered his mouth as he cupped her.

The contact reminded Donna that he was an alien; his body temperature was lower than hers, but his tongue was doing things to her breast that had to be illegal on some parts of Earth. Just to stay upright she had to grab his head and dig her fingers into his hair. Although all it seemed to do was make him groan and become even more invested in his actions, drawing him from licking to suckling.

He could feel her losing the ability to stay upright, so he moved his hand off the breast his mouth was preoccupied with to guide her to lying back on the carpet. He had never understood why anyone was so fixated with this act, but now that he could smell Donna's pheromones up close, feel her reactions underneath him and enjoy the taste of her skin he had changed his tune. And his lower body was very eager to get in on the action. And soon.

Donna let his instincts take him on whatever journey across her chest he wanted. If he wanted to treat her breasts like ice cream cones, she was like putty in his hands. Never mind when she lifted her head to watch him for a moment. She sucked in a breath as she noticed that he made the act of eating – the motions involved – look erotic. He could not possibly be doing it intentionally, but the stabs of desire and yearning it evoked took her breath away.

At that moment, the TARDIS would have had to suddenly lurch for him to stop what he was doing. She felt too good, she smelled too good, and the feelings she evoked were too addictive for him to even think about doing anything else.

Only when one hand drifted down her body to her underwear did Donna regain any senses. She lifted her head to look down at him and catch his attention as she tugged gently on his hair. “What about the game?”

He moved one foot to flip the board over. Basically surrendering in more ways than one. His hand gripped her underwear while he looked up to meet her eyes – all without taking his mouth away from the suckling.

Donna was sure she moaned like a harlot, but she no longer cared. She lifted her hips and kept her legs together to make it easier for him.

He moaned in gratitude as he managed to get her naked with only one hand. And he tried to join them without moving his mouth, but his back protested the bending he needed. So he rolled them over.

Donna was startled into awareness. “What the?”

Once on his back with her straddling him, he grinned. “A better position for me to keep doing what you wanted me to, and do what I want,” he panted.

The feel of his eager member against her rear made her body try to seek more contact, without her even thinking about it. The coolness of his skin was invigorating, and she wanted more. Now. Sighing she raised herself to line them up, no longer caring about anything she did only an hour before.

He gasped, the sound an explosion from his throat. “Hot... Oh, sweet Prizithi, I might melt...”

She could only manage a tiny smile. The contrast between their temperatures made her gasp too, and nearly fall on top of him, trapping his hands between them.

He needed something from her, but he had no idea what. So all he could do was lift his head to whisper in her ear:

“Allons-y, Donna.”

The bedroom voice, more than the message it conveyed, did it. She keened loudly and lost control, making his body follow blindly along and drawing the least dignified sounds he had ever made.

They both remained motionless for a while, just the sounds of their breathing and the ship breaking the silence. Neither could find it in them to speak or think.

At last Donna found her voice. “Well, that's goodbye to just mates.”

“Please, let's never think like that again.”

She giggled. “You want to do that again.”

“Oh, yes!”

She lifted her head to smile at him. “I suppose it'd be a crime to not let this go wherever it wants to. I just have one question, Doctor.”


“Careful. I might ask something against the rules of time or something.”

“If you do, I'll tell you. You won't disrespect me by not listening.”

“Then I'd like to join you in learning what lovemaking can really be like. That was a taste of the forbidden fruit, and I want to sample again sometime.”

He grinned. “Makes me wonder what other sex games there are in this room.”

“Doctor, who says all sex games have to be in this room? Didn't you say there's a pool?”

His eyes widened in the greatest lustful curiosity ever.



( 38 comments — Leave a comment )
Dec. 18th, 2014 06:03 pm (UTC)
*snort* He eyed her cleavage at least ten times in the first few minutes after she appeared in the TARDIS... that was my 'research' project! Unfortunately, I lost count after that and didn't have a clicker counter with me. Then again, she eyed his tush at least once! Tough job, but someone had to do it.

That is certainly a new take on chess, and I like how he tipped the board over in the end. Surrendering is right, with enthusiasm. He had no clue a human could do that well. Sort of reminds me of Star Trek when Kirk beat Spock at tridimensional chess (well, at least the game itself); he didn't think a human could beat him either, but there you go!

A pool; they could clean up. Allons-y!

Edited at 2014-12-18 09:07 pm (UTC)
Dec. 19th, 2014 03:12 am (UTC)
Gee, when I looked at TRB I was looking for overall moments. I caught ten times, but wasn't sure about at least one of them. Maybe I wasn't paying ENOUGH attention. ;) And yeah, there's that. :D

The things you talk about on Gmail Chat... and the things it inspires... ;) And yes, the Doctor's pride hits again!
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Dec. 18th, 2014 10:48 pm (UTC)
*fans self* Oh my goodness, I never knew chess could be quite so...stimulating. ;D And all from a little dare...are you going to do another for the pool? Or just leave all us readers imagining the messes and the cleaning up after? *giggle*

And I keep telling everyone I know, using TRB as proof - the Tenth Doctor is a tit man! Especially when he's got such magnificent mammaries to ogle as Donna's! :DD

Dec. 19th, 2014 03:13 am (UTC)
Well, not usually like that, it's not. *giggles* Well, I wasn't, but... we'll see. ;)

Oh yes... and the only argument is how many times he did it. There's a reason we joke about the Doctor never having it so good. ;D
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Dec. 19th, 2014 04:20 am (UTC)
Kay, so I have more counting to do when I watch TRB again. Which is no hardship. it's my favorite episode. =D There was an awful lot of eyeballing going on there, from both parties.

And now I need air conditioning. =P Well done.

~Ali ♥︎

Dec. 19th, 2014 01:54 pm (UTC)
Glad to give you something extra to do. ;)

Given the time of year, you're welcome. *hugs*
Dec. 19th, 2014 01:25 pm (UTC)
I've never read a story (or thought!) about strip chess but this worked really well! *turns heating down, yeah I won't need you anytime soon*
... I guess you can play strip everything, but for deflating the Doctor's ego chess certainly was the best choice ;)

This so goes to my favourites <3 Great job!
Dec. 19th, 2014 01:56 pm (UTC)
Yes, I'm surprised I came up with this. But I'm glad I did. :D

Welcome! And you know where that icon should've come from? TRB. :P
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Dec. 20th, 2014 10:58 pm (UTC)
Thank you for the fic! I finally got a chance to sit down and read it because the last 2 days have been INSANE here. I loved it! I had forgotten all about that conversation we had last month and I was surprised and pleased with the way this fic turned out! Poor shy!Doctor and overconfident!Doctor. Never mess with a Noble...well, in most circumstances. I think in this circumstance, it turned out pretty awesome for both of them.
Dec. 20th, 2014 11:34 pm (UTC)
*hugs* I hope this was a welcome treat and helped you relax. You can tell me and dtstrainers all about it tomorrow. Ah, yes... he goes from one extreme to the other. :P

Thank you for inspiring it! *glomp!hug*
Jan. 9th, 2015 03:35 pm (UTC)
oh my.....

erm, yes, nice fic, now if you'll excuse me, I have a.....thing, to do....
Jan. 16th, 2015 12:37 am (UTC)
*swats your icon*
Jan. 16th, 2015 12:03 am (UTC)
*snorts* The Doctor ripping his trouser seams so SO my head canon now, I can totally see it, and yet he'd keep making his repaired trousers JUST as tight because he's vain like that!!

"So she followed along the left side of the corridor, and looked at the doors she passed. She had a feeling that some were doors to former companions' rooms, but she decided that she would not enter without the Doctor's permission. Especially given how he'd reacted to seeing that jacket she found the day they'd met. While he seemed calmer about having lost Rose, she had no interest in poking his romantic wounds from his past."

Oh this give me such a plot bunny, I totally want to see Donna and Ten end up in a scrape somewhere and have Donna react all shouty the way she was when she was first snatched on board the TARDIS in Runaway Bride. Then the Doctor notices that actually she does that because she's totally frightened, even though it looks like anger. Then he feels bad about being so flippant with her--he had adopted that air because he was trying NOT to scare her, by acting casual he had hoped not to feed into her fear of being trapped somewhere unknown with a strange man.
Maybe he brings it up with Donna and she downplays it, because she's Donna. So maybe he challenges her and says "tell me I didn't frighten you" and she admits, "ok, perhaps a little, when you went all frowny over Rose's jacket."
I kinda just want him to feel a twinge of guilt about that!

ION this fic reminds me I meant to share this with you: http://digest.bps.org.uk/2014/01/girls-underperform-when-they-play-chess.html
Jan. 16th, 2015 12:40 am (UTC)
*snickers* Well, DT did keep ripping them, I hear. So... either the costume department needed to go back to the drawing board or he was a menace to his costumes. :P Although I am SO stealing that line for a fic one day! :D

That bunny's all yours, love. I think you'll do an amazing job with it.

I wonder how much of that effect is real and how much is the distortion effect from boys still outnumbering girls so strongly in chess. Apparently I have a lot of work to do to increase the numbers...
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Mar. 5th, 2015 05:24 am (UTC)
I love that they played strip chess, and that Donna literally beat the pants off the Doctor. He needs to be taken down a peg every once in a while. Nicely done.

Edited at 2015-03-05 08:24 am (UTC)
Mar. 5th, 2015 03:56 pm (UTC)
What I wasn't expecting was that the lessons I teach would find a way into a smut piece. *giggling and blushing* Anyway, yes, he does need to be taken down some pegs. Not that he really minded here, did he? ;D
Mar. 13th, 2015 02:55 pm (UTC)
Ah, our lovely Doctor and his oral fixation. And then this-

“What about the game?”

He moved one foot to flip the board over.

Yeah. This one'll keep you warm on a cold night.
Mar. 14th, 2015 04:14 am (UTC)
You're welcome. I love playing with his fixation. (And yes, Jack would have a lot to say about that...)
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